he kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her
i feel like being romantic. like smiling at strangers. like buying mittens. like driving somewhere just to drive. like riding the bus just to ride. i want to build a fire and fall asleep beside it. wrapped up in blankets. maybe with a bottle of wine tucked under my arm. i feel like changing my appearance. like running until i feel like puking. and losing it in the middle of the intersection. screaming and spinning. and crying. and i'd fall down with my cheeks flushed and my voice hoarse. and maybe traffic would stop. but maybe it wouldn't.

and maybe he'd love me. maybe you'd love me.


(i think you might.)